Chapter XIV

"It all comes down to a simple choice, to be determined to live or to be determined to die."

Stephen King

A week, a fucking week I had been locked up in this damn place, a week I had been abused and used like a punching bag, I still remembered the first time I found myself inside this garbage can.

I was disoriented after waking up in an unfamiliar environment, my head ached from what I later learned was from the blow they had given me to make me unconscious.

The memories were so vivid as if it had been only minutes since my life had changed and now it was shit.

There were other people with me, children, women and men locked up.

I had lost my best friend too.

According to one of the jailers, they had taken her away before she woke up and he had not told me because he had some compassion for me, of course not, it had been while I was being brutally beaten in a way of hurting me not only physically but emotionally.